Things to think about:
Mr. Tomkins Entry:
I was meandering slowly through a tropical jungle when I overheard something in the distance; I couldn’t fathom whether they were screams of people or screeches of birds. Perhaps rather naively, I ventured towards the sound.
As I crept through the jungle…crack, crack, crack. I had trodden upon what felt like 3 small egg shells. They were broken pieces of rock, but they had bled. Blood of the rainbow: vibrant reds, blues and yellows suddenly covered the floor. And as I looked up I could see objects in their thousands, if not millions…a sea of them.
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